Congratulations, and celebrations....

Roger Federer completes his ridiculously fanficesque career when Mirka has twin girls. Thanks for announcing it WHILE I WAS SLEEPING damn you Roger. ;-) I'd still be sleeping if make_a_move hadn't texted me to let me know and I fled immediately to the internet to look for names. I'm not thinking too much about what kind of sad person that makes me. TWINS, DUDES.

I've already had the "Charlene? Seriously? Um. Maybe it'll grow on us..." conversation with make_a_move but her second name is Riva which is a small slip of pronounciation away from River, so clearly she's going to be a super-genius super-psychic assassin and can beat the crap out of anyone who questions her first name. Myla Rose is incredibly pretty, even if it does sound like it belongs in a Doctor Who fic. :) Maybe she'll be the thirteenth Doctor's companion.

All in all, very well done for not naming either of them Federica, Roger. Or Albus Severus. Now go buy Mirka something very shiny for sitting through that Wimbledon final with twins. Like, epically shiny.

Now I have to get dressed and call people and go buy cupcake ingredients and in no way spend my time on the internets giggling about this. Sigh. This is when it'd be nice to be a tennis journalist.

Tesco, you suck.

Just dropped into the new Tesco Express for cupcake ingredients and as I went up to pay, juggling cupcake ingredients precariously (I always think I won't need a basket and always, always regret it) a Tesco guy hovering by the empty queue pointed to the two empty self-service checkouts and said "Have you used self-service before?"

Now, there was no queue, just me. There were two people serving at the two normal pay points and the customers with them were almost finished. There was no reason for me to have to go to the self-service because I wasn't holding anyone up and I generally refuse to use self service on principle because they force you to use the plastic bag hanging there. IT WON'T LET YOU SCAN THE NEXT ITEM UNTIL THE ONE BEFORE IT IS IN THE BAG. Then at the end it yells at you if you leave the bag there for more than ten seconds (I *collected my change* and it started grouching at me) so you can't even repack from the plastic into an actual bag without taking longer than it would've taken to go to a normal checkout. They're actually forcing you to take the bag.

Which quite frankly, in these days when a lot of people take resuable bags with them, is pathetic. I Disapprove.

Which was why I replied to the guy "Yes but I'm not keen." I did not expect then to get the response "Go on then; just ask if you need help."

Seriously. A customer tells you they're not keen, Tesco employee? DON'T MAKE THEM DO IT ANYWAY. I hate arguing with shop workers; I've been there, I know it sucks to get a snarky customer and I usually can't come up with a response on the spot anyway. I gaped at him for a second and went, because I was too flustered and about to drop everything to argue. When I told him about it after, my dad said I should've replied "I said I'm not keen, not stupid. No thanks." Which I will next time. But in the meantime I've just acquired YET ANOTHER plastic bag when I had my big Sydney Acquarium canvas one *there* and ARGH. It makes me so mad. Try that next time, Tesco employee and I will end you.

I got especially annoyed by this today because I made a particular effort to take a resuable bag. Why? Because I'VE BEEN SINGING THIS ALL DAY, THANKS TIM MINCHIN. NOW I FEEL LIKE A FAILURE.

Off to make cupcakes so everything will be right with the world again. Hope I bought enough strawberries. Mmmmm.